Six months later, the divorce was finalized.

Liora was legally free. No longer Mrs. Leander Abernathy.

Just Liora Morgan. For now.

“I want to marry you,” Dashiell announced over breakfast one morning.

Atlas was in his high chair, attempting to eat baby food and making a mess. Six months old and already showing signs of his father’s determination.

“Is that a proposal?” Liora asked, amused.

“No. A proposal looks like this.” Dashiell got down on one knee, pulling out a ring box.

The ring inside was stunning. Massive diamond. Perfect setting. Exactly her style.

“Liora Morgan. Will you marry me? Will you be mine officially, legally, in every way possible?”...